The wild parrots have been a part of my life in some way since I moved to San Francisco. I learned of them when I worked at the organization that aired the film on PBS stations. The movie was brilliant and I sought them out on Telegraph Hill, where they evaded me. Then, I heard a flock of them - and still do regularly - when I started working in the Presidio. They fly and squawk among the tall trees near my office; it's a sound like no other.
Today, two of them disrupted a meeting, as they landed right outside of my window at work and picked at the recently deflowered green shoots coming from the flowering trees. It was truly an amazing sight and a great way to end the week that started with a blue heron in Golden Gate Park.
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